Nia Mitchell was taken aback. A student?
"Oh, I’m sorry to have troubled you. You have his phone now, so please call a woman nad Fiona Sutton. She’ll go take care of Professor Northwood."
The student on the other end hesitated for a mont, glancing at Charles Northwood lying on the bed.
"Okay, I understand."
After hanging up, Nia Mitchell lay on her large bed. She thought about it for ten minutes, still feeling a little worried, so she decided to call Fiona Sutton herself.
"Hello? Have you already found a job so quickly?"
Fiona Sutton was in the middle of doing laundry. Hearing her phone ring, she ran over to answer it.
Nia Mitchell paused, suddenly a bit embarrassed.
"No, I thought it was too late, so I was planning to call tomorrow."
After all, EdbertNia Mitchell was a big boss, a very busy man, she reasoned. She hadn’t wanted to bother him at night.
"Oh, then why are you calling ?" Fiona Sutton was puzzled. After all, if Nia had sothing urgent to say, she should have ntioned it during their previous call.
"Didn’t soone call you just now?" Nia Mitchell wondered. Didn’t that student call Fiona Sutton?
"No? What’s wrong?" Fiona Sutton found it strange. She glanced at her phone; there were no missed calls.
"Really? I just called Charles Northwood, and a strange woman answered. She said Charles Northwood was drunk, and I asked her to call you."
What was that student up to? Did she have ulterior motives?
"Drunk?" Fiona Sutton was startled. She had initially decided to stop caring about Charles Northwood, but now...
"Then where is he now?"
"He’s at his apartnt."
Nia Mitchell explained that she lived too far away in the hillside villa, whereas Fiona Sutton’s place was much closer to Charles Northwood’s apartnt.
"Alright, I’ll go check on him now."
After hanging up, Fiona Sutton hurriedly left her dormitory.
In Charles Northwood’s studio apartnt, Tara Jason poured a basin of water and carefully wiped his face.
"UGH..." Charles Northwood rolled over uncomfortably, his brows tightly furrowed. If one listened carefully, they could even hear him murmuring.
Fiona Sutton...
He was calling out Fiona Sutton’s na; occasionally, Nia Mitchell’s na also surfaced.
Tara Jason was a student in the Chinese Departnt at University A. Naturally, she knew that Professor Northwood had two very close female friends. One was Fiona Sutton, and the other was Nia Mitchell.
"Professor Northwood, I’ll get you a glass of milk."
With that, Tara Jason ran to the kitchen, poured a glass of milk, and then brought it to the bedside.
"I’m sorry, I don’t know where you keep your Hangover Tea, so milk is the best I can offer to help with your intoxication right now."
Tara Jason sat by the bed, carefully propping him up and helping him drink the milk.
"Fiona Sutton..." Charles Northwood suddenly opened his eyes, staring straight at Tara Jason, who was sitting by the bedside.
"Professor Northwood, are you awake?" Tara Jason was startled but imdiately put on a bright smile.
"Fiona Sutton," Charles Northwood muttered, looking quietly at Tara Jason.
"Professor Northwood, I’m Tara Jason, your student, not Fiona Sutton." Tara Jason helped him sit up properly and then handed him the glass of milk.
"Fiona Sutton, we’re just friends. We can only be friends," Charles Northwood said, staring at Tara Jason. In his heart, there would never be any romantic possibility between him and Fiona Sutton.
"Professor Northwood, you’re drunk."
"I’m not drunk! Fiona Sutton, do you understand? I don’t like you at all. Isn’t it good enough that we’re friends?"
BANG!
A loud noise ca from the doorway. Fiona Sutton stood there in a panic, her head lowered, nervously squatting down to pick up the bag she had just dropped on the floor.
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